Jeremy, lost in the heat of Asher's lips, gasped sharply when he felt something hard and throbbing grind against his ass.
Behind him, Ezekiel—his arousal unmistakable and demanding—let out a low moan as he rubbed his rock-hard length against Jeremy's backside. The friction was intoxicating. He needed release. Desperately.
Asher caught the hungry looks on both their faces and chuckled, devilishly pleased.
"You both look absolutely wrecked with need," he murmured, reaching forward to gently palm their bulges through their pants, his touch as soft as silk.
"This might be our last night together..." he said, his voice lowering into something deep and sensual. "So I want it to be special. You're both going to cum—hard. And I want you to fill me to the brim. Understood?"
Both Jeremy and Ezekiel nodded obediently, eyes blazing with lust and anticipation.
Asher turned, his hips swaying with every step. Despite the lingering aches from his earlier injuries, Sylvia's medication had worked wonders. He was fine now—more than fine. It was time to claim what was his.
Jeremy and Ezekiel drank in the sight of Asher: his light shirt clung to his torso, teasing defined abs beneath, and his loose trousers sat low on his hips, drawing attention to his curves in a way that made both men visibly twitch.
Ezekiel was already aching for him, and Jeremy—no, Jimmy—was on the edge of drooling. His eyes sparkled with raw, open fascination.
"Get on the bed," Asher commanded, and they obeyed without hesitation, lying down on the soft foam mattress that somehow seemed out of place in the cave—though since it was Zeke's hideout, no one questioned it.
Both men looked up at him, dazed and aroused, ready to be devoured by the man they both adored.
Asher reveled in this new wave of confidence. Losing his powers had shaken him, but deep down, he realized he'd always been more than his strength. Even back at school, when they treated him like nothing, he had stood tall. He was still that person—only now, he knew it even more.
Don't let their cruelty ruin this, he reminded himself. Not tonight.
He dropped to his knees between them, hands reaching for their belts with deliberate slowness. One by one, he undid them, fingers brushing against fabric, teasing skin with each motion.
Jeremy tensed slightly. Insecurity flickered across his face. What if mine isn't big enough? Will Asher be disappointed?
But when their boxers were revealed, Asher's eyes lit up like he'd just won the lottery. His smile turned wicked.
Without warning, he cupped both their bulges, squeezing and massaging in a slow, steady rhythm that made Ezekiel groan out loud, his body trembling from the stimulation.
Jeremy gasped, pleasure flooding through him as Asher's eyes fixated on his length. Then Asher tugged Jimmy's boxers down a little and froze.
"Oh my... my, my, my! That's a huge cock," Asher gasped in pure ecstasy. "I'm impressed."
He glanced at Zeke with a smirk. "Here I was thinking yours was big, but Jimmy... you've got a monster."
Ezekiel blinked, genuinely stunned, as he glanced down and saw just how swollen Jeremy's length was, the head already straining to break free.
"Alright, both of you. Stand up. Let me treat you right," Asher purred, licking his lips, the motion so seductive Jeremy nearly collapsed from want.
They stood as ordered, Zeke's boxers still clinging halfway on, Jeremy's nearly falling off.
Satisfied, Asher turned to Zeke. "Kiss him."
Zeke didn't need to be told twice. He gently cupped Jeremy's chin, then crashed their lips together, taking full control. His tongue slid deep into Jimmy's mouth, exploring, teasing, demanding. Jeremy melted into the kiss, moaning as their tongues tangled.
Watching them, Asher reached out, his slender hand sliding up Jeremy's shaft. It pulsed under his touch, thick and twitching. He took his time, fondling it with skillful fingers.
Then he turned to Ezekiel, who was already leaking with precum. With a grin, Asher ripped the last of Zeke's boxers away, then wrapped his hand around that thick, heavy length. He gave it a slow stroke, watching as Zeke's body tensed in delight.
Then, without warning, he took Ezekiel into his mouth.
Zeke's moan was primal—he jerked his hips forward, stunned by the heat of Asher's mouth around him. But Jeremy wasn't done either. He grabbed Ezekiel by the face, reclaiming his lips while Asher worked Zeke's cock like a master.
Just when Jeremy thought things couldn't get hotter, Asher's free hand slid behind him and gave his bare ass a soft squeeze.
Jeremy moaned—a high, needy sound that made both Asher and Zeke freeze for a second. It was the first time they'd heard him moan like that.
"Fuck... that was sexy as hell," Zeke whispered, his hand reaching around to join Asher's, gripping Jeremy's backside and groaning at how soft it felt in his palm.
Asher pulled off Zeke's cock with a wet pop, lips slick, eyes glowing. He wasn't finished—not by a long shot.
"Sit down. Both of you. Legs spread," he ordered, voice dripping with dominance.
They obeyed, each claiming a nearby chair, close enough to feel the heat between them. Their legs parted wide, cocks hard, veins pulsing with need.
Asher stood before them and slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing smooth, glowing skin. Then came the trousers. They slid down with ease.
Finally, his boxers dropped to the floor, leaving him gloriously bare before their eyes.
This was his night. Their night.
And nothing in the world would stop Asher from taking every inch of them and giving them a memory they'd never forget.